Hell in a Ridge of Glass

As I watch the blood drip
My soul clears
And my mind crisps
Of what is to be done
As my heart throbs
From broken words
That you gave me

The scars appear
Of my depression
Scars haunt my days of life
As I can never turn time back
To change what I did.

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